Han Kongque's brain started to work, and his instinct told him that this cane should not be simple. The wood with so many properties must be a good thing, but what good wood can be found in East Timor?
"This can't be golden nanmu. I have seen golden nanmu products, and that one is much more beautiful than this one." Another young man said.
"That's right, how could there be golden nanmu here?" The young man put down his cane sarcastically.
"This is not necessarily true. There are many Chinese nanmu trees distributed in Southeast Asia. Maybe there are golden nanmu trees among them!"
"This cane is quite good. You can see that it has good oil properties, is translucent, and the wood is very delicate. If the price is cheap, it would be good to buy it and take it home for collection. Boss, how much does this cane cost?"
Han Kongque had never thought about what this was, but now that he heard this young man say it, his heart suddenly moved.
It is translucent, has some golden lines, and is very fine in texture. Such wood is rare. These characteristics alone prove that this is an excellent walking stick made of wood.
In Southeast Asia, there are very few woods used to make walking sticks. Of course, rosewood is definitely one of them, but there are really not many famous walking sticks made of rosewood. There is another kind of stick that is not famous, but here it is.
Extremely popular.
Thinking of this, Han Kongque stopped. If these young people didn't buy it, then he would have a chance to miss it. He really didn't expect that he could miss it in East Timor.
"One thousand dollars." Maybe the boss heard the word "money", so he directly said "one thousand dollars."
"A thousand dollars? How can it be so expensive?" the young man exclaimed.
"Antique, a long time ago." The boss said and gestured, and his meaning was very clear. This cane is an antique and has been in his family for a long time. That's why it is sold at such a high price.
"It's not a precious wood, it's an antique! It's too expensive. It's not worthwhile to buy it." A young man shook his head and said.
"Yes! It's just a piece of wood, how can it be worth so much?"
"It's valuable. If the price was cheap, I would have sold this cane long ago." The stall owner's tone was very firm. He was not moved at all by the disparagement of the three young people.
"Boss, it's cheaper. Look at those wood carving stalls. Which item costs more than a hundred dollars?"
"No, I won't sell it for a thousand dollars less." The boss shook his head.
Now he spoke English very quickly, which made Han Peacock laugh on the side.
Just now he was stammering and couldn't speak clearly, but now that he's starting to talk about the price, he's slipping away more and more. It's impossible for him to learn English in such a short time, so he can only pretend to be a pig and eat the tiger, so he should understand.
The conversation between these three young people.
It seems that a stall owner who understands some Chinese and can also speak English is not simple!
"I think this cane is old. It's worth a hundred and fifty dollars. The boss will definitely make a profit at this price." A young man seemed to have noticed the boss's cunning, so when a companion wanted to talk in Chinese
.was stopped by him.
The stall owner looked at the three young people, shook his head, and said with a simple smile: "One thousand dollars is not less. I know that all of you Chinese are rich and know your stuff."
"Just because this cane is a good thing, we will pay one hundred and fifty dollars. This price must be more than your daily income." Another young man said.
He is not a rookie, so he naturally knows how much income people here have. For the locals here, an income of one hundred dollars a day is very good.
"No, my cane is at least three hundred years old. In Chinese terms, it is an antique, so it costs at least a thousand dollars." The stall owner said with a smile.
"You don't have to say it's an antique. It's two hundred dollars. If you're willing, let's make the deal. If you're not willing, forget it." The young man said.
The stall owner just shook his head and just looked at them and smiled.
"Forget it, this scepter is definitely not worth a thousand dollars." Another young man saw that the stall owner was gritting his teeth and not lowering the price, and he was a little impatient.
"Well, it's not worth it. It's more than 6,000 yuan in RMB. Let's go! Let's go and see other places." The young man put down the cane with some reluctance.
Turning around, a young man said: "Let's see what the boss's reaction is. If it doesn't work, we'll go around and raise the price again."
"Keep your voice down, I doubt this boss understands Chinese."
Not hearing the boss's plea to stay, the three young men shook their heads and left directly.
At this time, Han Kongque stopped in front of the stall and happened to see the stall owner's frustrated eyes. However, after seeing Han Kongque, the boss's eyes immediately lit up.
Han Kongque said with a smile: "This cane is very good, but the price is too expensive."
"It's not expensive, it's not expensive. It only costs one thousand US dollars. If it were in Dili, it would sell for at least three thousand US dollars." The stall owner said with a smile.
Han Peacock picked up the palm of his hand and rubbed it. The oil was good and the light transmittance was very high. When facing the sun, he could see a trace of yellow halo.
Han Peacock put his palm in his palm and bumped it. It felt very tight. It must be a good thing, but he couldn't let the stall owner ask for a high price.
"It's not precious wood, nor is it inlaid with gems. This cane is just an ordinary item." Han Peacock said with a smile.
"Antiques, antiques, that's why they sell for a thousand dollars." The stall owner said dissatisfied.
Han Kongque said with a disapproving smile: "Things used by princes and nobles are called antiques. Things used by us common people will still be ordinary things even if they are kept for a thousand years."
"That's why I bought it for one thousand dollars. If it were a cane made by the royal family, the price would be ten thousand dollars." The stall owner muttered.
Han Kongque listened very carefully, so he almost laughed out loud. If it was really the royal scepter, it couldn't be bought for ten thousand dollars. It seemed that the boss really didn't understand.
"Three hundred dollars, which is much higher than the bids of those three young people." Han Peacock said.
"No, I won't sell it if it's a thousand dollars less." The stall owner's eyes rolled. He had just used a thousand dollars to scare away the three young people, and now he wanted to see Han Peacock's reaction.
Han Kongque shook his head, put down his cane, and looked like he was about to turn around and leave.
When the stall owner saw the three young people leaving just now, Han Kongque had not forgotten the disappointment in his eyes. He did not believe that the stall owner would let him leave this time.
Sure enough, as soon as Han Kongque turned around, the stall owner said: "Nine hundred dollars."
"Nine hundred? I think it's only four hundred dollars! This price is already very high. I don't think anyone will pay such a high price except me." Han Peacock put away his smile and turned around.
"If you can pay four hundred dollars, you must think this cane is a good thing. I know you Chinese want to pick it up, so I won't make the price any cheaper." At this time, the stall owner showed a smile. What do you think of that smile?
Why is there a hint of cunning?
Han Peacock was speechless. Who said foreigners are stupid? Who said natives are stupid? This boss is really cunning.
"One thousand dollars is too expensive, five hundred dollars, I believe it is an antique." At this time, Han Peacock bid again.
"Five hundred? No, at least eight hundred US dollars, no matter what, we won't sell it for a penny less." Seeing the boss's smiling face, Han Kongque was a little helpless, but eight hundred US dollars was about the same, and this should be the boss's bottom line.
Without saying anything, Han Peacock took out a few hundred dollar bills and handed them to the boss.
The boss carefully counted it twice, carefully put it away, and then handed the cane to Han Kongque.
As soon as Han Peacock took it, he heard someone shouting: "Xiao Han, what's wrong?"
Seeing Lao Wang walking over with a cold look on his face, Han Peacock was a little confused.
"Did he buy and sell by force? I'll settle the score with him." Lao Wang came up with an angry look on his face and said.
"No, no, I bought it voluntarily." Han Kongque immediately understood what was going on, so he quickly grabbed Lao Wang.
"You bought it voluntarily? What is worth hundreds of dollars?" Lao Wang said with a look of disbelief.
"It's just this cane. To be precise, it should be a scepter." Han Kongque took Lao Wang back to Lao Wu's shop.
Seeing Lao Wang and Han Peacock coming in together, Lao Wu said in surprise: "Why did you come back together?"
"Xiao Han spent hundreds of dollars to buy a wooden cane. I said he was deceived, but Xiao Han thought it was a good thing." Lao Wang said helplessly.
"Ah? Good thing? Let me take a look. I have long heard that Han Peacock knows treasures. I wonder what kind of treasure this is?" Old Wu knew that Han Peacock was very powerful, so he heard that Han Peacock bought the treasure.
I got excited immediately.
"This is probably a blood dragon wooden scepter, otherwise I wouldn't have spent eight hundred dollars to buy it." Han Peacock said with a smile.
"Blood Dragon Wood? Are you sure it's Blood Dragon Wood? If it's really Blood Dragon Wood, it's worth not to mention 800 US dollars, but 8,000 US dollars!" Lao Wang exclaimed at this time.
Lao Wang has lived in Indonesia and East Timor for decades, and naturally knows what the blood dragon tree means in these countries.
"Isn't this just yellowish wood? What's so special about it?" Old Wu didn't know what blood dragon wood was. He looked at the yellowish stick in his hand and wondered why Old Wang was so excited.
"You don't know that blood dragon wood is a kind of royal wood unique to Southeast Asia. It was once respected as a national wood in Indonesia, the main production area. It is also highly respected in India and Thailand, and in Thailand it is even sought after by the king.
Especially the fifth King of Thailand, whose preference for rare woods is known to the world. The teak palace is his masterpiece, and the King of Thailand’s scepter is made of blood dragon wood." Lao Wang said excitedly as he looked at the scepter in his hand.
And Lao Wu looked at Lao Wang blankly. When did this old guy become so powerful? Not only did he snatch the scepter away from him in one go, he actually knew what Blood Dragon Wood was and what he said was so mysterious.
"Is Blood Dragon Wood really that good?" Old Wu couldn't help but ask. (To be continued.)